This is a song about "Model"

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

'cause i'm the only role model, for a person like me.

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,